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That eunuch guardian of rich Holland's trade, Our fleet divides, and straight the Dutch appear,
Who envies us what he wants power t' enjoy ; In number, and a fam'd commander, bold : # Whose noiseful valour does no foe invade,
The narrow seas can scarce their navy bear, And weak assistance will his friends destroy. Or crowded vessels can their soldiers hold. Offended that we fought without his leave, The duke, less numerous, but in courage more, He takes this time his secret hate to show :
On wings of all the winds to combat flies : ar Which Charles does with a mind so calm receive, His murdering guns a loud defiance roar,
As one that neither seeks nor shuns his foe. And bloody crosses on his flag-staffs rise. With France, to aid the Dutch, the Danes unite : Both furl their sails, and strip them for the fight;
France as their tyrant, Denmark as their slave. 'Their folded sheets dismiss the useless air : er: But when with one three nations join to fight, Th’ Elean plains could boast no nobler sight,
They silently confess that one more brave. When struggling champions did their bodies bare. Lewis had chas'd the English from his shore ; Borne each by other in a distant line,
But Charles the French as subjects does invite :) The sea-built forts in dreadful order move : 5 Would Heaven for each some Solomon restore, So vast the noise, as if not fleets did join,
Who, by their mercy, may decide their right! But lands unfix'd, and floating nations strove. Were subjects so but only by their choice,
Now pass'd, on either side they nimbly tack; And not from birth did forc'd dominion take, Both strive to intercept and guide the wind : * Our prince alone would have the public voice; And, in its eye, more closely they come back,
And all his neighbours' realms would deserts make. To finish all the deaths they left behind. He without fear a dangerous war pursues, On high-rais'd decks the haughty Belgians ride, Which without rashness he began before:
Beneath whose shade our humble frigates go:
By the rhinoceros her unequal foe.
Who in that bounty to themselves are kind : Their mounting shot is on our sails design'd; So glad Egyptians see their Nilus rise,
Deep in their hulls our deadly bullets light, And in his plenty their abundance find.
And through the yielding planks a passage find. With equal power he does two chiefs create, Our dreaded admiral from far they threat,
Two such as each seem'd worthiest when alone; Whose batter'd rigging their whole war receives : Each able to sustain a nation's fate,
All bare, like some old oak which tempests beat, Since both had found a greater in their own He stands, and sees below his scatter'd leaves. Both great in courage, conduct, and in fame, Heroes of old, when wounded, shelter sought; Yet neither envious of the other's praise ;
But he who meets all danger with disdain, Their duty, faith, and interest too the same, Ev'n in their face his ship to anchor brought, Like mighty partners equally they raise.
And steeple-high stood propt upon the main. The prince long time had courted Fortune's love, At this excess of courage, all amaz'd, But once possess'd did absolutely reign :
The foremost of his foes awhile withdraw : Thus with their Amazons the heroes strove, With such respect in enter'd Rome they gaz'd,
And conquer'd first those beauties they would gain. Who on high chairs the godlike fathers saw. The duke beheld, like Scipio, with disdain, And now, as where Patroclus' body lay,
That Carthage, which he ruin'd, rise once more; Here Trojan chiefs advanc'd, and there the Greek; And shook aloft the fasces of the main,
Ours o'er the duke their pious wings display, To fright those slaves with what they felt before. And theirs the noblest spoils of Britain seek. Together to the watery camp they haste,
Meantime his busy mariners he hastes, Whom matrons passing to their children show: His shatter'd sails with rigging to restore; - Infants' first vows for them to Heaven are cast, And willing pines ascend his broken masts, And future people bless them as they go.
Whose lofty heads rise higher than before. With them no riotous pomp, nor Asian train, Straight to the Dutch he turns his dreadful prow, To infect a navy with their gaudy fears;
More fierce th' important quarrel to decide : To make siow fights, and victories but vain : Like swans, in long array his vessels show, But war severely like itself appears.
Whose crests advancing do the waves divide. Diffusive of themselves, where'er they pass, They charge, recharge, and all along the sea
They make that warmth in others they expect ; They drive, and squander the huge Belgian facet Their valour works like bodies on a glass,
Berkeley alone, who nearest danger lay, And does its image on their men project.
Did a like fate with lost Creüsa mect.
The night comes on, we eager to pursue
Meantime the Belgians tack upon our rear, (send The combat still, and they asham'd to leave : And raking chace-guns through our sterns the Till the last streaks of dying day withdrew, Close by, their fire-ships, like jackals, appear,
And doubtful moonlight did our rage deceive Who on their lions for the prey attend. In th' English fleet each ship resounds with joy, Silent, in smoke of cannon they come on:
And loud applause of their great leader's fame : Such vapours once did fiery Cacus hide : In fiery dreams the Dutch they still destroy, In these the height of pleas'd revenge is shown,
And slumbering smile at the imagin'd flame. Who burn contented by another's side. Not so the Holland fleet, who, tir'd and done, Sometimes from fighting squadrons of each fileet,
Stretch'd on their decks like weary oxen lie: Deceiv'd themselves, or to preserve some friend, Faint sweats all down their mighty members run ! Two grappling Etnas on the ocean meet,
Vast bulks, which little souls but ill supply. And English fires with Belgian flames contend. In dreams they fearful precipices tread:
Now at each tack our little fleet grows less; main: Or, shipwreck’d, labour to some distant shore : And, like maim'd fowl, swim lagging on the Or in dark churches walk among the dead ; Their greater loss their numbers scarce confess,
They wake with horrour, and dare sleep no more. While they lose cheaper than the English gain. The morn they look on with unwilling eyes, Have you not seen, when, whistled from the fist,
Till from their main-top joyful news they hear Some falcon stoops at what her eye design'd, Of ships, which by their mould bring new supplies, And with her eagerness the quarry miss'd And in their colours Belgian lions bear.
Straight flies at check, and clips it down the wind? Our watchful general had discern'd from far The dastard crow, that to the wood made wing,
This mighty succour, which made glad the foe : And sees the groves no shelter can afford, He sigh'd, but like a father of the war,
With her loud kaws her craven kind does bring, His face spake hope, while deep his sorrows flow. Who safe in numbers cuff the noble bird. His wounded men he first sends off to shore, Among the Dutch thus Albemarle did fare : Never till now unwilling to obey;
He could not conquer, and disdain'd to fly; They, not their wounds, but want of strength, deplore, Past hope of safety, 'twas his latest care,
And think them happy who with him can stay. Like falling Cæsar, decently to die. Then to the rest, “ Rejoice," said he,“ to-day ;
Yet pity did his manly spirit move, In you the fortune of Great Britain lies :
To see those perish who so well had fought: Among so brave a people, you are they
And generously with his despair he strove, Whom Heaven has chose to fight for such a prize.
Resolv'd to live till he their safety wrought. “ If number English courages could quell,
Let other Muses write his prosperous fate, We should at first have shunn'd, not met our foes : Of conquer'd nations tell, and kings restor'd: Whose numerous sails the fearfulonly tell : [grows." But mine shall sing of his eclips'd estate,
Courage from hearts, and not from numbers Which, like the Sun's, more wonders does afford He said, nor needed more to say: with haste He drew his mighty frigates all before, To their known stations cheerfully they go;
On which the foe his fruitless force employs: And all at once, disdaining to be last,
His weak ones deep into his rear he bore Solicit every gale to meet the foe.
Remote from guns, as sick men from the noise. Nor did th' encourag'd Belgians long delay, His fiery cannon did their passage guide,
But bold in others, not themselves, they stood : And following smoke obscur'd them from the foe; So thick, our navy scarce could steer their way, Thus Israel, safe from the Egyptian's pride, But seem'd to wander in a moving wood.
By flaming pillars and by clouds did go. Our little fleet was now engag'd so far,
Elsewhere the Belgian force we did defeat, That like the sword-fish in the whale they fought : But here our courages did theirs subdue : The combat only seem'd a civil war, [wrought ; So Xenophon once led that fam'd retreat, Till through their bowels we
Which first the Asian empire overthrew. Never had valour, no not ours, before
The foe approach'd; and one for his bold sin Done aught like this upon the land or main, Was sunk; as he that touch'd the ark was slain; Where not to be o'ercome was to do more
The wild waves master'd him and suck'd him in, Than all the conquests former kings did gain. And smiling eddies dimpled on the main. The mighty ghosts of our great Harries rose, This seen, the rest at awful distance stood :
And armed Edwards look'd with anxious eyes, As if they had been there as servants set To see this feet among unequal foes, (should rise. To stay, or to go on, as he thought good,
By which Fate promis'd them their Charles And not pursue but wait on his retreat.
So Libyan huntsmen, on some sandy plain, As in a drought the thirsty creatures cry,
And gape upon the gather'd clouds for rain : The kingly beast roars out with loud disdain, And first the martlet meets it in the sky,
And slowly moves, unknowing to give place. And with wet wings joys all the feather'd train : But if some one approach to dare his force, With such glad hearts did our despairing mer
He swings his tail, and swiftly turns him round: Salute th' appearance of the prince's feet ;
And with the other tears him to the ground. That with first eyes did distant safety meet. Amidst these toils succeeds the balmy night ; The Dutch, who came like greedy hinds before,
Now hissing waters the quench'd guns restore ; To reap the harvest their ripe ears did yield, And weary waves withdrawing from the fight, Now look like those, when rolling thunders roar,
Lie lulld and panting on the silent shore. And sheets of lightning blast the standing field The Moon shone clear on the becalmed flood, Full in the prince's passage, hills of sand,
Where, while her beams like glittering silver play, And dangerous flats in secret ambush lay, Upon the deck our careful general stood,
Where the false tides skim o'er the cover'd land, And deeply mus'd on the succeeding day.
And seamen with dissembled depths betray.
i That happy Sun," said he, “ will rise again,
Who twice victorious did our navy see : "And I alone must view him rise in vain,
Without one ray of all his star for me. ** Yet, like an English general will I die, 3 And all the ocean make my spacious grave : Women and cowards on the land may lie;
The sea 's a tomb that 's proper for the brave.” Restless he pass'd the remnant of the night, 1. Till the fresh air proclaim'd the morning nigh: And burning ships, the martyrs of the fight, 4 With paler fires beheld the eastern sky.
The wily Dutch, who like fall’n angels fear'd
This new Messiah's coming, there did wait,
To tempt his courage with so fair a bait.
Secure of fame whene'er he please to fight :
And inbred worth doth boasting valour slight. Heroic virtue did his actions guide,
And he the substance, not th' appearance, chose : To rescue one such friend, he took more pride,
Than to destroy whole thousands of such foes.
The anxious prince had heard the cannon long, His presence soon blows up the kindling fight,
And from that length of time dire omens drew And his loud guns speak thick like angry men : Of English overmatch'd, and Dutch too strong, It seem'd as slaughter had been breath'd all night,
Who never fought three days, but to pursue. And Death new pointed his dull dart again. Then, as an eagle, who with pious care
The Dutch too well his mighty conduct knew, Was beating widely on the wing for prey,
And matchless courage, since the former fight : To her now silent eiry does repair,
Whose navy like a stiff-stretch'd cord did show, And finds her callow infants forc'd away:
Till he bore in and bent them into flight. Stung with her love, she stoops upon the plain, The wind he shares, while half their feet offends The broken air loud whistling as she Aies :
His open side, and high above himn shows : She stops and listens, and shoots forth again, Upon the rest at pleasure he descends,
And guides her pinions by her young ones' cries. And doubly harm'd he double harms bestows. With such kind passion hastes the prince to fight, Behind the general mends his weary pace,
And spreads his flying canvass to the sound : And sullenly to his revenge he sails : Him, whom no danger, were he there, could fright, So glides some trodden serpent on the grass, Now absent every little noise can wound.
And long behind his wounded volume trails.
TH' increasing sound is borne to either shore, Return’d, he with the fleet resolv'd to stay ;
And for their stakes the throwing nations fear : No tender thoughts of home his heart divide ; Their passions double with the cannons' roar, Domestic joys and cares he puts away; lgue
And with warm wishes each man combats there. For realms are households which the great Ply'd thick and close as when the fight begun, As those who unripe veins in mines explore, Their huge unwieldy navy wastes away:
On the rich bed again the warm turf lay, So sicken waneing Moons too near the Sun, Till time digests the yet imperfect ore,
And blunt their crescents on the edge of day. And know it will be gold another day: And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight,
So looks our monarch on this early fight, Their ships like wasted patrimonies show; Th' essay and rudiments of great success : Where the thin scattering trees admit the light, Which all-maturing Time must bring to light,
And shun each other's shadows as they grow. While he like Heaven does each day's labour bls. The warlike prince had sever'd from the rest Heaven ended not the first or second day,
Two giant ships, the pride of all the main ; Yet each was perfect to the work design'd: Which with his one so vigorously he press'd, God and kings work, when they their work surves,
And flew so home they could not rise again. A passive aptness in all subjects find. Already batter'd, by his lee they lay,
In burthen'd vessels first, with speedy care, In vain upon the passing winds they call :
His plenteous stores do season'd timber send: The passing winds through their torn canvass play, Thither the brawny carpenters repair,
And flagging sails on heartless sailors fall. And as the surgeons of maim'd ships attend. Their open'd sides receive a gloomy light, With cord and canvass, from rich Hamburgh sent, Dreadful as day let into shades below ;
His navy's molted wings he imps once more : Without grim Death rides barefac'd in their sight, Tall Norway fir, their masts in battle spent, And urges entering billows as they flow.
And English oak, sprung leaks and planks, restart When one dire shot, the last they could supply, All hands employ'd the royal work grows warm:
Close by the board the prince's main-mast bore: Like labouring bees on a long summer's day, All three now helpless by each other lie,
Some sound the trumpet for the rest to swarm, And this offends not, and those fear no more. And some on bells of tasted lilies play. So have I seen some fearful hare maintain
With glewy wax some new foundations lay A course, till tir'd before the dog she lay :
Of virgin-combs, which from the roof are hung Who stretch'd behind her pants upon the plain, Some ari'd within doors upon duty stay, Past power to kill, as she to get away.
Or tend the sick, or educate the young. With his lollid tongue he faintly licks his prey; So here some pick out bullets from the sides,
His warm breath blows her flix up as she lies ; Some drive old oakum through each seam and rai. She, trembling, creeps upon the ground away, Their left hand does the caulking iron guide,
And looks back to him with beseeching eyes. The rattling mallet with the right they lift. The prince unjustly does his stars accuse,
With boiling pitch another near at hand, Which hinder'd him to push his fortune on; Froin friendly Sweden brought, the seams instops For what they to his courage did refuse,
Which, well paid o'er, the salt sea waves withstanBy mortal valour never must be done.
And shakes them from the rising beak in drops
This lucky hour the wise Batavian takes,
And warns his tatter'd fleet to follow home : Proud to have so got off with equal stakes,
Where 'twas a triumph not to be o'ercome.
The general's force, as kept alive by fight,
Now, not oppos’d, no longer can pursue : Lasting till Heaven had done his courage right; .
When he had conquer'd he his weakness knew.
Some the gall’d ropes with dawby marline bind,
Or sear-cloth masts with strong tarpawling coats To try new shrouds one mounts into the wind,
And one below their ease or stiffness notes. Our careful monarch stands in person by,
His new-cast cannons' firmness to explore : The strength of big-corn'd powder loves to try,
And ball and cartridge sorts for every bore. Each day brings fresh supplies of arms and men,
And ships which all last winter were abroad; And such as fitted since the fight had been,
Or new from stocks, were fall’n into the road.
He casts a frown on the departing foe,
And sighs to see him quit the watery field : His stern fix'd eyes no satisfaction show,
For all the glories which the fight did yield.
Though, as when fiends did miracles avow,
He stands confess'd ev'n by the boastful Dutch : He only does his conquest disavow,
And thinks too little what they found too much.
The goodly London in her gallant trim,
The Phenix, daughter of the vanish'd old, Like a rich bride does to the ocean swim,
And on her shadow rides in floating gold.
Her flag aloft spread ruffling to the wind,
O truly royal ! who behold the law
To fit the levell'd use of human kind.
With roomy decks, her guns of migbty strength,
But first the toils of war we must endure, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow And from th' injurious Dutch redeem the seas : laves :
War makes the valiant of his right secure, Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, And gives up fraud to be chastis'd with ease. She seems a sea-wasp flying on the waves.
Already were the Belgians on our coast, This martial present, piously design'd,
Whose fleet more mighty every day became The loyal city give their best-lov'd king: By late success, which they did falsely boast, And with a bounty ample as the wind,
And now by first appearing seem'd to claim. Built, fitted, and maintain'd, to aid him bring.
Designing, subtle, diligent, and close, By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, Art, They knew to manage war with wise delay :
Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow: Yet all those arts their vanity did cross, Thus fishes first to shipping did impart,
And by their pride their prudence did betray. Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
Nor staid the English long ; but well supply'd, Some log perhaps upon the waters swam,
Appear as numerous as th' insulting foe : An useless drift, which, rudely cut within, The combat now by courage must be try'd, And hollow'd first, a floating trough became,
And the success the braver nation show. And cross some rivulet passage did begin.
There was the Plymouth squadron now come in, In shipping such as this, the Irish kern,
Which in the Straits last winter was abroad; And untaught Indian on the stream did glide : Which twice on Biscay's working bay had been, Ere sharp-keel'd boats to stem the flood did learn, And on the midland sea the French had aw'd. Or fin-like oars did spread from either side.
Old expert Allen, loyal all along, Add but a sail, and Saturn so appear’d,
Fam'd for his action on the Smyrna fleet : When from lost empire he to exile went, And Holmes, whose name shall live in epic song, And with the golden age to Tyber steer'd,
While music numbers, or while verse has fect. Where coin and commerce first he did invent.
Holmes, the Achates of the general's fight; Rude as their ships was navigation then ;
Who first bewitch'd our eyes with Guinea gold : No useful compass or meridian known ;
As once old Cato in the Roman sight Coasting, they kept the land within their ken, The tempting fruits of Afric did unfold. And knew no north but when the Pole-star shone.
With him went Sprag, as bountiful as brave, Of all who since have us'd the open sea,
Whom his high courage to command had brought: Than the bold English none more fame have won : Harman, who did the twice-fir'd Harry save, Beyond the year, and out of Heaven's high way, And in his burning ship undaunted fought. They make discoveries where they see no Sun.
Young Hollis on a Musc by Mars begot, But what so long in vain, and yet unknown,
Born, Cæsar like, to write and act great deeds : By poor mankind's benighted wit is sought, Impatient to revenge his fatal shot, Shall in this age to Britain first be shown,
His right hand doubly to his left succeeds. And hence be to admiring nations taught.
Thousands were there in darker fame that dwell, The ebbs of tides and their mysterious flow,
Whose deeds some nobler poem shall adorn : We, as Art's clements, shall understand, And though to me unknown, they sure fought well, And as by line upon the ocean go,
Whom Rupert led, and who were Britisha born. Whose paths shall be familiar as the land.
Of every size an hundred fighting sail : Instructed ships shall sail to quick commerce, So vast the navy now at anchor rides, By which reinotest regions are ally'd;
That underneath it the press'd waters fail, Which makes one city of the universe,
And with its weight it shoulders off the tides. Where some may gain, and all may be supply'd.
Now, anchors weigh'd, the seamen shout so shrill, Then we upon our globe's last verge shall go, That Heaven and Earth and the wide Ocean And view the ocean leaning on the sky:
rings : From thence our rolling neighbours we shall know, A brecze from westward waits their sails to fill, And on the lunar world securely pry.
And rests in those high beds his downy wings. This I foretell from your auspicious care, The wary Dutch this gathering storm foresaw,
Who great in search of God and Nature grow ; And durst not bide it on the English coast : Who best your wise Creator's praise declare, Behind their treacherous shallows they withdraw,
Since best to praise his works is best to know. And there lay snares to catch the British host.